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*****Please forgive me but this had been posted wrong and I corrected a couple of mistakes.***** Mama Tried Merle Haggard
First thing CI remember Fknowin' was a Clonesome whistle Fblowin' And a Cyoung-on's dream of Fgrowing up to G7ride On a Cfreight train leaving Ftown, not Cknowing where I'm Fbound And no Cone could change my G7mind, but Mama Ctried
One and only rebel child, from a family meek and mild My mama seemed to know what lay in store 'Spite of all my Sunday learnin', toward the bad I kept on turnin' 'Til Mama couldn't hold me anymore CHORUS:
CAnd I turned twenty-one in prison doing Flife without paCrole No Amone could steer me right, but Mama tG7ried, Mama tried Mama Ctried to raise me better, but her Fpleading I denCied, that leaves only me to G7blame, 'cause Mama Ctried
Dear old Daddy rest his soul, he left my mom a heavy load She tried so very hard to fill his shoes Working hours without rest, wanted me to have the best She tried to raise me right, but I refused CHORUS